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Empire State Of Mind (Radio Edit) - Jay-Z/Alicia Keys
Lyrics by：S. Robinson/Bobby Keys/Shawn Carter/Alicia Keys/J. Sewell-Ulepic/A. Hunte/Alexander Shuckburgh
Composed by：S. Robinson/Bobby Keys/Shawn Carter/Alicia Keys/J. Sewell-Ulepic/A. Hunte/Alexander Shuckburgh
Produced by：Shux
Yeah yeah I'm out that Brooklyn now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos right there up on Broadway
Dímelo
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow but B.K. is from Texas
Me I'm out that Bed-Stuy home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say "What up" to Ty-Ty still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from from aye
In New York
Uh-huh
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Yeah
There's nothin' you can't do
Yeah
Now you're in New York
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Come on
Let's hear it for New York New York New York
You welcome OG I made you hot nigga
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab gypsy cab dollar cab holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City is a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me I got a plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo three-card monte
Labor Day Parade rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty long live the World Trade
Come on come on
Long live the King yo I'm from the Empire State that's aye
Come on
In New York
Uh yeah
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
That boy good
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Welcome to the bright lights baby
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York New York New York
Uh yeah uh
Lights is blinding girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick the sidelines is
Lined with casualties who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse don't bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd now you're in-style
End of the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church end
Came here for school graduated to the high life
Ball players rap stars addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
Come on come on
The city never sleeps better slip you an Ambien
Come on
In New York
Uh yeah
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Okay
Now you're in New York
Uh yeah
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York New York New York
Uh yeah uh
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights big dreams all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air everybody say "Yeah yeah
Come on come on
Yeah yeah"
Come on
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Okay
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York New York New York
Uh yeah uh